BET: C.S.
in which. . .you lose a bet with a frat president
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), alcohol use, humping, innocent!reader, hair pulling, dirty talk (lmk if i forgot anything!!) -> 1.7k
miserable. that was how you'd describe your current state. your shoes stuck to the beer covered floor of the frat house as loud rap music thumped in your ears and your glasses fogged from the cloud of heat that arose from the sweaty mass of college students dancing, yelling, and grinding on each other. your friends had finally convinced you to come out with them, and you were regretting every decision that had led you to this point.
"hey," an unfamiliar male voice said, the stupid smirk on his face evident in his voice. you whipped around, expecting to see one of your friends, only to be met with blue eyes and a mop of brown curls, that smirk still plastered on his face. "you having fun?"
you ignored him, pulling out your phone to see where your friends, who had disappeared into the clump of bodies, were at.
"aww, c'mon. don't be like that." he pouted, taking a sip of whatever was in his red solo cup, allowing you to smell the alcohol on his breath.
"not interested." you rolled your eyes and chewed on your thumbnail; where were they?
the boy snorted. "i'm chris. y'know. . .the president?"
you shrugged. the hierarchy of greek life had never made since to you. "doesn't ring a bell."
"you want a drink?" he continued, seemingly unaware of your annoyance.
"no."
chris studied you, head cocked to the side. "you're not having fun?"
god, did he ever shut up? "no. i don't usually go out." your voice was steely, irritated as you thought about the chemistry test that you could be studying for right now.
"like, ever?"
"yep," you said, popping the p. "anyway, like i said, i'm not interested, but i'm sure someone else is." you gestured to the crowd of girls in tiny tops who were eyeing chris as they whispered to their friends while you went to move around this fraternity president and his questions.
"wait," chris grabbed your wrist, suddenly seeming to sober up. "no one leaves one of my parties without having fun."
you rolled your eyes. "well, i'll be the one person who does."
"wanna bet?"
you didn't know what it was. maybe it was your irritation with him, or the need to get out of this dirty house, or his crooked smile that you couldn't deny made your stomach do flips. "y'know what? fine."
"if you have fun, you'll never hear from me again and i get the bragging rights." chris laughed.
"and if i don't?"
"you suck my dick whenever i want, wherever i want. for one week." he grinned.
you paused. that was unexpected. you knew you shouldn't make this bet because you knew you weren't having fun here and he would make good on it. however, you couldn't deny the heat that arrowed to your core and pooled between your legs at the thought of your lips wrapped around him.
"deal?" chris held out his hand.
"deal." you said firmly, shaking his hand.
chris took your hand, pulling you through the crowd into the kitchen. before you knew it, you were being introduced to a number of brothers whose names you couldn't keep track of. a drink was pressed into your hands, the scent of alcohol reeking from it. as much as you snorted at the antics of the frat brothers and people doing keg stands, you couldn't deny your want for a hot shower and your bed.
"you're not having fun, are you?" chris asked, just as your friend group came up to you, done with the party and ready for drunken taco bell.
you peered up at him through the party lights and your foggy glasses. "you win, i guess."
the brunette smirked, passing you his phone. "number please, mama."
you wanted to cringe at the name, wanted to think about the dozens of other girls he had probably called that. still, you couldn't deny your blush as you quickly typed your number into chris' phone. "see you around." you grumbled, trying to feign annoyance. you didn't want to think about him.
"oh, you will."
𑄹 𓈒 ֺ
"hey mama."
you yelped as you felt the tap on your shoulder before covering your mouth, realizing you were in the library. you yanked off your headphones, looking up at chris. "what are you doing here?"
"i'm ready to reap the benefits of my bet now." he smiled.
"too late." you shrugged.
it had been nearly a week since the party, and you hadn't heard from chris. you'd assumed he'd forgotten, most likely drunk out of his mind and high on something when he made the bet.
"that's not how it works!" chris laughed.
"well, i'm busy." you gestured to your calculus textbook and pens and papers.
"you can study at my place. . .after, of course." he said, flicking your nose.
"has anyone ever told you you're fucking annoying?" you huffed, irritated at being interrupted in the middle of studying triple integrals.
"maybe once or twice," chris shrugged. "i'll buy you a coffee." he added, looking at your empty starbucks cup.
"you sure do know how to get the ladies, don't you?" you asked cynically, packing up your bookbag.
"only the ones i think are cute."
your stomach flipped at the sentence, but you quickly brushed it off, gathering your things. "only if i get my coffee first."
"jesus, you're feisty. what are you, pre-law?" chris asked, tugging at the end of your braid.
"pre-med." you said simply, already walking towards the campus coffee shop.
"ew, blood 'n shit." chris laughed, either oblivious to your irritation or not caring.
you shrugged as you gave the barista your order. "i like helping people."
chris smoothly slid the barista his card, paying for your coffee as promised. "cute. you gonna be like the doctors on grey's anatomy and stuff?"
"that's the plan," you popped a straw in your caramel macchiato once your name was called, taking a large sip and relishing in the caffeine boost. "you?"
chris shrugged. "i dunno. i'm too young to think about all that stuff," he sighed, holding the door open for you to step out into the chilly october breeze. "doesn't it get tiring? always chasing the next big goal?"
"i mean. . .yeah, i miss out on stuff because of my goals, but i hope one day it's worth it." you said, suddenly bashful at chris' attentive gaze on you.
"then i guess i should give you a taste of what exists outside of the science buildings, hmm?" he murmured, sliding a hand down to cup the small of your back.
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"voila," chris threw open the door to his room. "welcome to the king's lair."
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help noticing that his room was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the frat house. part of you wondered if he'd done it because he knew you were coming over, but you quickly brushed away the thought. you were here because you'd lost a bet, not because he cared about you.
chris kicked his shoes off, flopping back on the bed and turning on the TV. "music requests?"
"you're serious about this, huh?" you asked, putting your bookbag down and tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed.
"deadly." chris smirked.
you blushed, suddenly shy. "i. . .i don't know how."
"you've never given a blowjob? you're kidding," chris' eyes were wide. "you should've told me that! i wouldn't have made that bet with you. most girls here are. . .eager."
"well. . .what if i want to learn?" you asked, trying to sound sultry. "sorry, that probably sounded stupid."
chris shook his head, placing a hand on your thigh. "i can teach you, if you want."
you gulped, but nodded, eyes wide. chris gently took your hand, guiding it to the waistband of his sweats and boxers. "tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?"
you lifted the brunette's shirt, revelaing his soft tummy and happy trail leading lower. suddenly sure of yourself, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to the warm skin.
chris let out a throaty groan at the contact, your plump, glossy lips and doe eyes looking at him through your big glasses making him already hard underneath you. "just like that."
spurred on by the praise, you helped him pull his pants and boxers down, your mouth going dry at the sight of his dick. he was long and thick, already hard for you and dripping with pre cum. "now what?" you asked innocently.
chris chuckled at your innocence, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking slightly. "now you suck."
you wet your lips, taking a deep breath before kitten licking the tip of his cock. as soon as your warm, wet mouth made contact with his skin, chris was hissing with pleasure.
"fuck, mama. that feels good."
slowly, you began to take more of him into your mouth, suckling slightly. before long, you bottomed out, his tip kissing the back of your throat and making you gag. you loved it, though. hearing chris groan under your touch made you realize why your friends were so eager to give head.
"that's it," chris gently used the hand in your hair to guide you, but not without pulling on your locks with a smirk. "you like sucking this big dick? can't believe i get to be the first guy who gets to have your pretty little lips around my cock."
you moaned at the dirty talk, the crotch of your panties becoming sticky with chris' vulgarity. you were still a bit unsure of yourself, but chris guiding you helped as you sucked and licked, running the flat of your tongue along the vein that on the bottom of his length.
"oh fuck," he cursed as he watched you begin to hump his leg, your body desperate for pleasure. "shit, you're so fuckin' goodddd at this."
you began to suck harder as you rode his leg, desperate for more of his praises. chris, one of the most popular people on campus, wanted you. he shoved your head down further, making you gag and tears form in your eyes.
"holy fuck, 'm gonna cum. may i?" he whispered breathlessly.
you nodded around his dick, and within seconds, white, hot ropes of cum were shooting down your throat. you pulled off, looking up at chris as you wiped your eyes and licked your lips.
"open," he tapped your chin. "shit, look at you swallowin' my cum like a good girl." he murmured, inspecting your mouth.
you blushed, trying to gather your thoughts. "i hope that was okay." you whispered.
"fuck, that was amazing." chris cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"so, uh, i guess we're done now?" you asked quietly, silently hoping chris would say otherwise.
"i said a week," he countered with a gleam in his eyes. "whenever and wherever i want."
"i think i can make do with that." you whispered, kissing his cheek.
CHLO YAPS: thank you, anon, for the request 😛 should i make a full au out of this? because i loveeee the idea of frat boy!chris x nerd!reader even though i know it's been done a million times LMAO. also, thank you all for 100 followers already!! it means the world to me <3
Chris learns about your dirty, kinky secret…& goes absolutely fucking feral…
ⓘ CW. SMUT. MDNI OR ELSE ILL SLAP YOU WITH A FRYING PAN RAPUNZEL-STYLE ISTG. This includes FREE USE. If you are not into that, do NOT read this. It’s heavily consented & talked about…but again — THIS WORK CONTAINS A FREE USE KINK. IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THAT, DO NOT FUCKING READ THIS PLEASE.
Chris finally found out one of your dirty kinks…
While talking with your friends, you hadn’t realized the volume when you confessed the scandalous secret.
“Oh, I love free-use. If Chris came home and just needed me like that? Ugh…that’s so hot to me.”
Those were your words from your mouth.
At first, Chris didn’t know how to feel.
Wouldn’t that be degrading towards you? Why would you possibly want that?
But then he did his research. Curious and carefully, he typed words into a search bar that he’d never dared to even think before.
And after all the articles and personal testaments from other like-minded people, he understood.
The whole idea revolved around feeling needed. Appreciated.
He was comfortable with the idea…and then he became intoxicated by it.
You want him to need you.
Maybe when you’re cooking, he can just bend you over the kitchen counter.
Or…what if it’s in the middle of the night and he can’t sleep and he takes you right then?
He’d most certainly rip whatever pajama bottoms you’re wearing off, slide your panties to the side, and wake you up with that biggggg stretch of his cock.
But first, he’d have to talk to you.
—
You were mortified. Everything about this made you wanna roll over and land into a grave.
Here you were, legs crossed as you sat on the couch with your hands clutched together in your lap, listening with burning ears.
God, this is embarrassing.
“Baby, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, I’m not lecturing you, I’m just asking if you want—“
You cut Chris off, eyes wide and lips loose. “No, no. You must’ve misheard me. I would never want something like that! It’s…it’s weird and—“
“It’s not weird.” He pouts.
Oh…was he into it?
“Wait. You have this kink too?”
“Too, huh?” He smirks, the cockiness in the raise of his eyebrow making you realize your mistake.
You basically just admitted it. There was no going back now. And honestly? The anticipation of what was coming next made the humiliation simmer down in the pit of your gut.
“Initially, no.” Oh. Well that sucks. “But…I did my research and…I, uh…I…yeah. I’m definitely liking the idea now.”
His voice is a bit raspier. You notice as he coughs, he brings his hand down to pet over the slight tent in his jeans casually.
The pinkness in his cheeks lets you know you weren’t supposed to notice, but you’re glad you did.
“So…” you climb over, regaining some dignity and confidence as you nuzzle into his side. Your eyes peer right up at his. You swear you can’t breathe as he looks at you with possibilities twinkling in his eyes. “What do we do now?”
He licks over his lips hungrily. It’s like he’s fighting himself, stopping his instincts from making him take you right then and there.
“Well…I, uh, let’s talk about rules. I want to do this the right way…”
—
It’s been about a week since that conversation. With each passing day, you felt the excitement build.
You’d gone over rules and boundaries until they were crystal clear. Chris had some concerns but they all faded when he realized how much you craved this.
“Chris said there’s stuff at the warehouse for us to pick up. We’ll be back in a bit.” Matt says, tossing his keys around like a fidget spinner while Nick trails behind him.
Huh.
The thing is, Chris wasn’t home. In fact, you could tell he was on his way based on the last text he sent. Why wouldn’t be just pick up stuff at the warehouse on his way?
Why did your clit twitch at the thought of him planning—scheming something so devious…?
You silently thank yourself for what you decided to wear today. The low cut tank top makes your tits pop, and the little cotton lounge shorts you have on would be really easy to get off quick…
Plus the matching bra and panties you have are quite the treat. Both flimsy purple lace that’s soft yet a little itchy when you move too quick.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a slam of the front door. Chris is home.
Usually, he announces his presence, makes sure to say the cheesy line of ‘honey I’m home!’
…but he doesn’t.
Instead, he walks up the stairs and into your view with a look on his face that makes something burn within you.
He looks feral.
You swallow thickly, adjusting your comfortable position on the couch. You reach out as he stalks towards you. Before you can stand up to hug him, he grabs you by the hips, shoving you roughly into the couch cushions with your ass in the air and knees bumping against the ground.
“Chr—oh!” You squeal as you feel his hand grab a handful of your ass, a smack that’s more than light tap against your inner thigh, forcing you to spread your legs.
“Open up, baby. Open up now.”
His voice is…god…it’s really something. You hear his pant zipper slide down, shuffling of his clothes echo in the span of just seconds.
Before you know it, he’s manhandling you—nearly ripping your flimsy shorts and panties off while propping you higher on the couch.
Your knees now dig into the cushions you typically sit on. The hard back of the sofa pushing against your stiff nipples.
He’s barely done anything but you’re dripping. You can feel the slick arousal leak out of your pulsating hole, slithering to the crease of your inner thighs.
“Look at that…fuck…”
He’s more so talking to himself as he spreads your folds open, analyzing you like he’s hypnotized.
You wiggle your hips out of impatience. Chris immediately laughs at you, the cocky sound making your gut swarm with butterflies.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna use you in just a sec, just….god damn, gotta admire this view…” he husks, slightly brushing his pointer finger on your entrance to catch a droplet of your wetness. He smears it on the back of your thigh, like it’s some sort of ritual.
And god, you love it.
You love it even more when he shoves his fat tip into your entrance with absolutely no warning…
“Bigggg stretch for me…”
You’re suffocating his cock. Your pussy has warped around his length in the most delicious way, squeezing every vein on his girthy dick like it’s your dying wish to milk him dry.
“O-oh!” You squeal as he pushes forward, his cock practically splitting you in half from such the drastic change in pressure down there.
But you’re not complaining, no.
You love it.
So much so that your arousal begins to drip in his pubes as he bottoms out, your wetness caressing his balls.
You’re just…so fucking drenched.
“Jesus, baby. You really love this, huh?” He taunts, slowly pulling out about halfway before urging his hips forward once more.
You jolt at the intrusion. The squelch of your pussy against his pelvis makes your toes curl. He repeats the same action, this time…a little…rougher.
“Oh shit,” he hisses his nails digging into your hip as you clench hard.
“It’s—it’s still okay, right?” He asks, hesitant yet barely holding himself back.
Something inside of you twists with frustration. You went over rules. You don’t want him to ask, you want him to need you—to ruin you because he’ll die without it.
“Shut up and fuck me, Chris.”
That’s all it takes.
Those few words seem to be the key to the cage of his savageness. His cock drags in and out of you, no mercy, pounding into you.
He moans and cusses like he’s already about to cum. Mostly because he’s trying so hard to hold himself back.
“O-oh-my—chris!”
You’re screaming makes him grin like a sick man. He angles his hips slightly different, letting out a cocky huff as you sob out.
“Yeah? Right there, huh?” He leans over, cradling himself over your back as he drives his dick to abuse your cunt. “This is my fuckin pussy. Mine to fuck, mine to use. Isn’t that right?”
You don’t response. Mostly because you can’t.
Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling out as you let out battle cries of pleasure. It feels so good. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you don’t know if you’ve ever felt this much before.
He’s so deep. He’s so…thick.
And his whispered groans against the curve of your ear makes the pleasure inescapable.
“Fuckin answer or I’ll stop.” He demands. The threat immediately grabs your attention. You can’t have him stop. Not now…not when you’re so…so close.
“W-wa-what did—did—you—you sa-say?”
Your words are shattered every time he ruts his cock deep inside your weeping pussy. He can’t help but grin, leaning and nipping at your ear.
“I said,” he thrusts particularly hard, laughing as you desperately clutch onto the back of the sofa. “You’re mine to use, aren’t you, baby? Isn’t that—“
This time, you cut him off. You don’t necessarily mean to, but you can’t help but wholeheartedly agree with his question.
“Yes! Yes! I’m—I’m you-yours! To use! To-to fuck—to—oh god,” you let out an elongated scream as he punishes your sweet spot, his hands holding your squirming body so tight that you can’t catch a break from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Good girl. Good—fuckkkkk…you’re so close, I can—can feel it. Shit.”
He loses all control. His pace is animalistic, his force beginning to become so hard you’re sure your inner thighs will be bruised from where his body slaps against yours with every thrust.
“C-cl-clos-close-I—“
“Fuck—I know, I know. Just—fuck, keep—squeeze my dick just like that, yes, mmmm god—“
Your thighs tense over and over again. Your vision blurs, your entire body feeling electric as you feel an overwhelming knot build, build, build…
And then it snaps.
No—it erupts.
All consuming, absolutely riveting—you feel your orgasm pummel over your body. It’s an overwhelming relief. Something that makes everything else disappear except for the sensation of Chris’s hard cock punching into you, hitting you in that spot over and—
“Oh my—Chris! Oh my god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming—I’m—“
You’re cut off with a silent scream. Your body jerks around, stimulated to a whole new level. Chris locks you in place, his hands bruisingly tight and determined to make you feel every single thing.
“There we go, yes—oh—gon—gonna fill you—shitttttt,” he curses, mumbling something incoherent about this being his pussy as he spills into you.
The warmth from his cum is comforting. Especially as he pulls out softly, trying not to overstimulate you.
“Did so good for me, holy shit,” he’s hypnotized watching his cum ooze out of your swollen, pulsing heat. He lets his hands wander, his thumb pressing on one of your pussy lips to hold you open.
You squirm. Chris almost feels bad for overstimulating you, but the guilt fades to obsession as he see his milky white semen pump out of your hole.
“Chris, too much…” you whine.
He gently lets his hands wander down to the back of your thigh, giving a reassuring caress. “Sorry, sorry…just…so pretty like this…”
You laugh, causing a bit more of Chris’s essence to spill. He hisses at the sight, biting his lip. “Okay…I’m…let me clean you up before I lose my mind.”
A couple minutes pass. Chris cleans you up carefully, swallowing thickly as his cream lathers on your swollen pussy.
This still seems like some sort of dream.
There’s no way this was real…
“Alright,” Chris pulls your panties back in place, leaving your shorts discarded somewhere around.
He drags you into his lap while sitting on the couch, one of his hands rubbing your thigh, the other holding you in place against him softly.
“Doing okay? Was everything goo—“
“Chris I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life. You didn’t hurt me — not in any way I didn’t enjoy at least.”
He groans, his forehead falling limp against your shoulder. “You…you can’t just say that, fuck. Makes me wanna…ugh…” he sucks in a deep breath, calming himself down.
Part of you wants him to flip you over, rip your underwear carelessly and have his way with you.
Maybe next time.
.
.
.
Paige’s Notes: I’m actually so obsessed with this. I started writing it as soon as I woke up…I might be a whore, but at least it’s for someone as sexy as Chris Sturniolo lol
Also…should I write more kinky fics in the future…? I’m kinda scared to but lmk if you’d like to see more 🙂↕️
Any & All interaction is appreciated! I love hearing feedback 🙈 <3
╰┈➤ in which . . . you remind your best friend who he really belongs to.
⚠︎ sub!chris, like very sub!chris, dom!reader, pet names, handjob m!receiving, fingering m!receiving, pegging, dacryphilia, slapping, praise
happy sturniolo saturday!! a few people requested a part two to the sleepover fic so here it is :)
chris can't believe he's actually agreed to stay the night at yours again. after the chaos of last time, he almost thought he'd never be brave enough to sleep over at a girl's house ever again.
it took you a lot of convincing — you promised him that this time it'd just be the two of you, and absolutely no funny business.
the truth is, you simply want to hang out with your friend and make sure that he doesn't actually despise you for what happened the last time you saw him. the two of you haven't spoken about it since it happened; you were too scared to broach the subject, and you assumed chris was too humiliated to bring it up himself, or maybe he simply needed space for a while.
you really hadn't planned for the sleepover to turn out that way. it had just so happened to turn into the most depraved birthday celebration of your life thus far, and you just want to make sure chris knows he wasn't plotted against.
that’s what brings him here, standing outside your door once again with a backpack slung over his shoulder, anxiously chewing at his lip.
your gaze softens as you open the door to see his face, and you take his hand to lead him inside. for some reason, you feel as though you need to be extra gentle with him now, as if you've broken something fragile, so you give him a warm hug before leading him up to your room.
when you both settle on your bed, you hesitate before giving chris another hug.
“hey,” you mumble into his shoulder.
“hi,” he responds. “why d’you keep hugging me?”
“oh!” you giggle softly and pull back. “i don't know. feels like i owe it to you right now.”
“hm.” he looks down at his lap, pretending to be focused on a loose thread on his sweatpants, but you can see the way his jaw is ticking. you've known him long enough to be able to tell when he's bothered about something.
“chris—”
“you wanna, uh, watch a movie or something?” he interrupts you with an easy smile, as if he isn't aware of the tension between you two. you know he is, but you return the smile and grab the tv remote, tossing it onto his lap.
“sure. you pick something.”
you cover the both of you with the fluffy blanket on your bed and lean your head on chris's shoulder as he picks out eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, a movie that he and you have watched together countless times.
but you can't make it through more than twenty minutes before you sigh and mumble, “chris?”
“yeah?”
“we need to talk.”
you can feel his body stiffen next to you. he doesn't pause the movie, just turns the volume down until the actors’ voices are a faint hum beneath your own.
“okay.” he says.
“about the sleepover.”
chris nods, but doesn't meet your eye.
“i just need to know you're not… mad at me or anything.” you continue.
“mad at you?” he looks over at you with surprise. “no. it was… it was fun.”
“really? it wasn't, like, overwhelming?”
“well, it was. but in a good way.” there's a slight pause before chris speaks again, “and your friends are really pretty…”
you smile and lean closer to him. your voice drops to barely above a whisper as you say, “yeah? you liked getting played with by all those pretty girls?”
you can see chris's cheeks turning pink as he nods slowly. you slowly climb onto his lap, leaving him enough time to push you away if he wants. he doesn’t.
“what was your favourite part?” you ask.
“um, i liked… at the start, when everyone was crowding ‘round me and touching me…”
“yeah? what else?” you tilt his chin up to force him to meet your eye.
“um, it's kinda weird, but… when i got slapped… that felt really good.”
you smile and stroke his hair encouragingly. “yeah, i could tell that caught you by surprise a little.”
his cheeks are bright red now, so you choose not to push him any further.
“you know i was just being nice, though. when i shared you with my friends.” you whisper.
chris's eyes widen briefly, but he says nothing.
“cause you're all mine, yeah? my best friend.”
he nods quickly, and you can see his chest rising and falling a little faster. you stroke his pink cheek, and he leans into your touch.
“you're so cute. i love how you just go along with anything.” you mutter, mostly to yourself.
“what do you mean?”
“you were so calm that night, even when the girls got a little rough with you. and now, when you had the chance to be mad at me, you weren’t. such a good boy.”
chris whines softly and grips your shirt. you tilt your head down, your lips just inches away from his before you pause.
the two of you have never kissed before. you've flirted, but the sleepover was the first time anything had come to fruition. although that didn't feel quite so intimate as it does tonight, just the two of you, alone in your room, your lips mere seconds away from meeting.
chris interrupts your thoughts by sighing and closing the distance, pressing his soft lips to yours. your lashes brush his freckled cheeks as you close your eyes and lean into him, and you can hear him whimpering softly into the kiss.
“chris,” you lean back and mumble against his lips, reaching between you and tugging at the waistband of his sweats. he looks up at you with wide eyes, as if to make sure you really want this, before pushing the sweats down just enough to free his aching cock. when you look up at him, he can't meet your eye.
“look at me, puppy.”
his cock twitches at the pet name, and he looks up at you with red cheeks. “why do you always call me that?”
“cause you're cute. like a puppy.”
he whines and rests his forehead against your shoulder. you hear a faint “please” escape him, so you decide not to make him wait any longer. as you wrap your hand around his cock and slowly start stroking, he lets out a quiet squeak and buries his face in your chest.
“yeah? that feel good?” you coo softly into his ear.
chris nods and reaches up to hold onto your shoulders, whimpering quietly against your skin. you continue to please him for a few minutes, but before he can cum, you shift off his lap and lean against the headboard, your legs spread out in front of you.
chris’s eyes widen and he tries to stifle his disappointment as you pull away. he stays where he's sitting, waiting for a signal from you, and when you pat your thigh, he quickly crawls over and climbs onto your lap.
“kiss me again,” you whisper. chris wastes no time attaching his lips to yours.
he's so gentle with you, one hand stroking your hair and the other lightly squeezing your waist. you can't decide if it makes you want to reciprocate the softness or get rougher with him.
you reach around and lift the bottom of his shirt up, gently scratching up his back with your nails. chris shivers and parts his lips from yours for a second to sigh softly, shifting even closer to you until your chests are pressed firmly together.
your hand trails down his back and dips into his sweats, lower. you grope at his ass with both hands, gently kneading the supple flesh. chris gasps and his back straightens involuntarily when he feels your fingers slide between his cheeks.
“what are you doing?” he whines quietly.
“shh…” you use your free hand to push his head down into the crook of your neck as your middle finger circles his hole.
but chris pushes back to sit up fully, shaking his head at you with wide eyes. “you can't… i've never…”
“puppy,” you pout in feigned disappointment. “you can't try for me? i promise it'll be so good.”
he frowns and leans in close to you again, hiding his face in your chest as he mumbles, “i can’t… it’s gonna hurt…”
you tut in disapproval. “don't be silly, i’m not gonna let you be in pain. not unless you wanna be.” you giggle, but chris shakes his head and presses his face further into your tits.
“just… be nice.” he whispers.
“of course, baby.” you hold onto him with one hand as you lean over and rummage through the drawer in your side table for your bottle of lube. you spread some of it across your fingers before reaching back down for his unused hole.
he lets out a shaky sigh as the cold liquid makes contact with his skin. his fingers curl around the low neckline of your tank top for support as he feels your finger circling his rim.
“can you take a big breath for me?” you whisper. chris barely opens his mouth before you're sliding your finger inside. you push in slowly until the knuckle, and chris lets out a surprised moan.
“that's one. how's it feel?”
“mmh…” chris tries, but he can't verbalise how he feels. there's a dull pain in the stretch, but the warmth and fullness are the perfect distraction. he simply nods his head to signal you to continue.
you eventually push in a second, and then a third finger. chris takes you so well, holding onto you tightly as he tries to regulate his breathing. when you curl your fingers and start to pump them in and out, he whimpers and clenches around you.
after a few minutes, chris is fully relaxed against you, whining sweetly in your ear. you use your free hand to gently stroke his hair and pull him away from your chest to get his attention.
“chris, i wanna show you something.”
his eyes follow your hand as you reach into your side table and pull out a pink dildo attached to a series of straps and buckles.
his wide eyes flit between the strap-on and you, trying to wrap his head around your proposal.
“it's nothing to be scared of, i promise.”
“i can't… i can't take that.” his voice is timid and weak as he shakes his head decidedly.
“i know you can, puppy. remember, i said i'm not gonna let you be in pain. i've kept up my promise so far, haven't i?”
chris can't deny that, nor can he deny the longing feeling rising in his chest, or the way his cock twitches against his tummy as he visualises you wearing the strap.
after a few more minutes of reassuring discussion, you finally coax chris onto his hands and knees below you. his face is buried in the pillow as he arches his back to present himself to you.
“i’m gonna go slow, okay? promise.”
he nods and grips the pillow as he feels you tap the head of the strap-on against his lubricated hole. his mouth drops open as you slowly push inside; he can feel every inch of you stretching him out, creating a sensation so overwhelming he can do nothing but hide his face in the pillow and arch his back further.
you give chris a second to adjust before slowly pulling out and pushing in again, starting a gentle rhythm to ease him into it.
you keep that slow pace up for a few minutes before chris lifts his head from the pillow and turns to look at you over his shoulder. tears are streaming from his eyes, the wetness smeared across his cheeks from where his face was pressed into the pillow.
“you okay, baby?”
he frowns. “feels so good, but… wanna be closer to you…”
your heart melts at the innocent request, and soon enough chris is laying on his back beneath you, looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes as you ease back inside him.
“this better? this what you wanted?” you pant as you start picking up the pace at which you fuck him.
he nods as the tears build up again, and this time he can't hold them back. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, sobbing into your chest as he clings onto you.
“oh, puppy… is it too much?”
“no! don't stop…”
“you're crying ‘cause it feels good?”
you feel him nod aggressively against your skin, so you keep going, a little harder now. his moans start to get louder, and you can feel his thighs trembling underneath you.
you sit up again and chris slowly blinks his eyes open, immediately focusing in on your tits bouncing in his face. his mouth drops open slightly and his eyes glaze over as he shamelessly ogles you, which elicits a giggle from you.
“what are you looking at, baby?”
he doesn’t speak, just curls his fingers around the low neckline of your tank top, tugging it down slightly as he looks up at you with wide, questioning eyes.
“can you say please?”
“please… need it…” he whines.
“go on, then.”
chris lifts both hands to free your breasts from your tank top, and his jaw drops as a needy moan escapes him. you lean over him and he immediately attaches his lips to one of your nipples, reaching up to grope and squeeze at the other.
you moan at the soft warmth of his mouth on you, and your thrusts inside him become slower but deeper, more forceful. chris whines and bucks his hips upward, grinding his hips against nothing.
you feel one of chris’s hands leave its place on your tit, and you glance down to see him stroking his neglected cock, blissfully oblivious to your scrutinising glare.
“hey! you think that's fucking allowed? you're funny.” you laugh, but there’s no humour behind it, only a mild bemusement in the face of his boldness. you grip his wrist and pin it behind his head. his eyes fly open and he stutters in surprise.
“sorry… i didn't know, wasn't even thinking… it just felt good…”
“yeah? felt good, huh?” you punctuate your words with harsh thrusts into him. “you sayin’ i’m not making you feel good enough, is that it?”
“no! no, it's so good! i’m sorry!” now the tears are starting again, but you're not buying it.
“you trying to get slapped again?”
chris falls silent. no protests, no whining. you can barely even hear his breaths.
“answer me.”
“yes… i mean, no, i wasn't trying to, but… please…”
“please? you're askin’ for it now?”
chris reaches up to wipe his tears with the heel of his hand. “i don't know… it felt really good last time… i don’t know why, i’m sorry…”
you slow down your thrusts as you consider the boy beneath you. he seems like he means it, like he really wants it.
“you sure?” your voice is softer now. chris nods quickly, and you reach up to gently stroke his cheek. he flinches slightly as your hand makes the gentle contact, which makes you giggle.
“you’re sure you’re sure?”
“please…” he whines, frowning and closing his eyes.
“okay. you asked for it.” you shrug before slapping him across the face, with enough force to turn his head fully to the side.
he cries out, a strange sound of both pleasure and pain, as his tears start to stream again. he reaches up to rub at his cheek, whimpering softly.
“again…” you barely hear his weak, whiny command.
“you serious? again?”
chris nods, closing his eyes as he turns his head back towards you.
you smack him across the other side of the face, and this time he just pants softly, looking back up at you with teary eyes that tug at your heartstrings.
“chris… you okay?”
“yeah…” he smiles through the tears. “it feels so good.”
“you're weird.” you giggle and lean down to kiss his cheek, soothing the stinging burn on his skin. he tilts his head to lean into the touch, and soon your lips are on his, kissing him with a tenderness entirely departed from the harsh marks you just left on his cheeks.
as the two of you make out, you start to roll your hips into him again, pushing the strap-on further inside him. chris whines into the kiss and reaches down to grip your waist. you lower your body fully on top of his so that you can feel him rutting his hips upwards into you, his cock sliding between your bodies.
he pulls away from the kiss but keeps his face close to yours, avoiding your eye as he whines desperately. you lift yourself up to find his cock throbbing against his tummy, the tip a vibrant red, with precum already smeared all over his skin.
“are you close, baby?” you ask quietly.
chris nods and tries to pull you close to him again. you dig your hands into the strong flesh of his thighs, lifting and holding them against his stomach. the new position lets you hit a deeper spot inside the needy boy, and you take his surprised moan as a sign to pick up the pace a little until he’s writhing beneath you, gasping for air.
“can you look at me when you cum?” when chris nods eagerly, you smirk and double down. “yeah? you can? good boy…”
that pushes him over the edge.
“fuck… thank you, thank you!” he almost squeals as he finally cums, the thick white ropes painting his stomach and yours as he forces himself to keep his needy eyes on you. after a minute of watching him catch his breath, you slide out of his gaping hole, leaving him sighing heavily beneath you.
“you okay, chris?”
“yeah.” his voice is hoarse when he answers, and he reaches out his arms for you until you're sitting on his lap again.
this time he initiates the kiss, clutching at your shirt and letting out occasional tired whines as his soft lips mingle with yours, puffy from where they had been bitten or pressed together.
“all mine. can you say it for me?” you whisper.
“i’m all yours…” chris mumbles against your lips, pulling you even closer to him.
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